The Joys of Moving
Ah, the joys of moving. Of packing one’s belongings in endless boxes, hauling those boxes down stairs and into trucks, piling those boxes in one’s new home, searching for places to put everything that once had a home, collapsing boxes, carting empty boxes to the trash. What fun.
We’re easing into this move in what we hope is a calm, organized manner. Rather than choose one mammoth, exhausting moving day, we’ve decided to do this move over a two-week period—our leases overlap somewhat, and our new landlord has been nice enough to invite us to start moving our things into the house even before our lease actually begins. Each night, Andrew and I pack up a few boxes, which Andrew then delivers to the new house during his lunch hour. So far, we’ve almost finished the living room, which contained the bulk of our books. We’re moving into the dining room now. We’ve hired two guys with a truck to move our furniture out next weekend.
Moving is chaotic no matter how organized one tries to be. But I’m really hoping this will be easier than our last couple of moves. A summary:
My move from NYC to Barcelona: Besides a major purging, this move involved U-Hauling all my remaining stuff to Connellsville, carrying it up three flights of stairs to the attic, then repacking select items to take to Spain.
Moving from Barcelona to the U.S.: A major purge, and ten—yes, ten—oversize and overweight bags, with two international connections to get us home. Not to mention the several large bags we forced on the Littells when they came for Andrew’s graduation. The bags that didn’t journey to Jacksonville subsequently went, yes, into my parents’ attic.
Moving to CA, Part I: We moved with almost nothing, and lived with no furniture. The furniture we had in our hideous studio apartment in Citrus Heights was stuff we found on the street on trash day.
Moving to CA, Part II: When we finally moved to a new apartment, we had no furniture. We had to buy everything, from a bed to a couch to a desk, coffee table, bookshelves, and etc etc. Since most of those items were purchased from Ikea, we not only had to get everything home—we then had to put it all together.
Moving to CA, Part III: When it was time to bring out all my stuff from Connellsville, the move involved a snowy day of packing up a ReloCube in Connellsville, carrying all those boxes of books down from the attic. When the ReloCube arrived in CA, we were still improvising furniture-wise to some extent and had to buy (and assemble) still more furniture to house all the newly arrived things.
Sigh. It’s exhausting to remember it all. Compared to those moves, this one does seem a bit simpler: we move the things we already own from one place to another, then replace them on the furniture we already have, furniture that is already assembled and ready to go. Will it be easy? No move is easy. But it might just be a little less mind-boggling than those that have come before.
We’re easing into this move in what we hope is a calm, organized manner. Rather than choose one mammoth, exhausting moving day, we’ve decided to do this move over a two-week period—our leases overlap somewhat, and our new landlord has been nice enough to invite us to start moving our things into the house even before our lease actually begins. Each night, Andrew and I pack up a few boxes, which Andrew then delivers to the new house during his lunch hour. So far, we’ve almost finished the living room, which contained the bulk of our books. We’re moving into the dining room now. We’ve hired two guys with a truck to move our furniture out next weekend.
Moving is chaotic no matter how organized one tries to be. But I’m really hoping this will be easier than our last couple of moves. A summary:
My move from NYC to Barcelona: Besides a major purging, this move involved U-Hauling all my remaining stuff to Connellsville, carrying it up three flights of stairs to the attic, then repacking select items to take to Spain.
Moving from Barcelona to the U.S.: A major purge, and ten—yes, ten—oversize and overweight bags, with two international connections to get us home. Not to mention the several large bags we forced on the Littells when they came for Andrew’s graduation. The bags that didn’t journey to Jacksonville subsequently went, yes, into my parents’ attic.
Moving to CA, Part I: We moved with almost nothing, and lived with no furniture. The furniture we had in our hideous studio apartment in Citrus Heights was stuff we found on the street on trash day.
Moving to CA, Part II: When we finally moved to a new apartment, we had no furniture. We had to buy everything, from a bed to a couch to a desk, coffee table, bookshelves, and etc etc. Since most of those items were purchased from Ikea, we not only had to get everything home—we then had to put it all together.
Moving to CA, Part III: When it was time to bring out all my stuff from Connellsville, the move involved a snowy day of packing up a ReloCube in Connellsville, carrying all those boxes of books down from the attic. When the ReloCube arrived in CA, we were still improvising furniture-wise to some extent and had to buy (and assemble) still more furniture to house all the newly arrived things.
Sigh. It’s exhausting to remember it all. Compared to those moves, this one does seem a bit simpler: we move the things we already own from one place to another, then replace them on the furniture we already have, furniture that is already assembled and ready to go. Will it be easy? No move is easy. But it might just be a little less mind-boggling than those that have come before.
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